I got your letter today
And I miss you all so much here
I can't wait to see you all
And I'm counting the days here

I still believe that there's gold
At the end of the world
And I'll come home to Illinois
On the day after tomorrow

It is so hard and it's cold here
And I'm tired of taking orders
And I miss old Rockford town
Up by the Wisconsin border

What I miss, you won't believe
Shovelling snow and raking leaves
And my plane will touch down
On the day after tomorrow

I close my eyes every night
And I dream that I can hold you

They fill us full of lies, everyone buys
'Bout what it means to be a soldier
I still don't know how I'm supposed to feel
'Bout all the blood that's been spilled
Will god on this throne
Get me back home
On the day after tomorrow

You can't deny, the other side
Don't want to die anymore then we do
What I'm trying to say is don't they pray
To the same god that we do?

And tell me how does god choose?
Whose prayers does he refuse?
Who turns the wheel?
Who throws the dice?
On the day after tomorrow

I am not fighting, for justice
I am not fighting, for freedom
I am fighting, for my life
And another day in the world here

I just do what I've been told
We're just the gravel on the road
And only the lucky ones come home
On the day after tomorrow

And the summer, it too will fade
And with it brings the winter's frost dear
And I know we too are made
Of all the things that we have lost here

I'll be 21 today
I been saving all my pay
And my plane will touch down
On the day after tomorrow
And my plane it will touch down
On the day after tomorrow

Copyright: JALMA MUSIC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Kathleen Brennan, Thomas Alan Waits